Contributor: Dan Nielsen - - Pamela Wilson sat in the car working a crossword puzzle while her husband Glenn and her son Billy grocery shopped. She heard Billy's voice, looked up, and saw him running through the parking lot. Billy got in and sat crouched over as though in pain. He cried. He sucked his thumb. He rocked back and forth. He looked at his mother. “Billy, what’s wrong?" Pamela said. Billy said, “Daddy fell.” “How did he fall?” Pamela said “On his head,” Billy pointed to his own head. “Is he okay?” “No.” Pamela, in robe and slippers, wasn’t about to get out of the car. She flipped open her cell phone. She flipped it shut. “Billy, tell me exactly what happened.” Billy took a breath. “Daddy had eggs. He dropped them and stepped in it. His legs flew up and he landed on his head.” An ambulance, lights flashing and siren wailing,...

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Contributor: Rich Ives - - Whence the migration of pain. Whence the horror. A happy little bumpkin wets his willy and the jig is up. It doesn't hurt so much. He can't hurt so much without experience. Sometimes duty gets delivered to the wrong address. A package of surgical sponges instead of dinner. A piece of the right patient through the wrong end of the microscope. Whence the incumbent derives his verity. While we wander the garden paths below the hospital with our own. It’s a big hurt and we love it dearly, sugarpants. She wanted more and he just wanted. The child of knowledge and the child of ignorance. Both chopping the same onion. A big hurt indeed and we came down from the towers into the land of breaking and keeping, into the land of another before us. - - - Rich Ives is the 2009 winner...

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Author: Rich Ives